"SIIIIIIGMAAAAA!" Chaos's voice boomed through the Central, as Sigma sighed and shook her head at her adopted father's antics.

"You'd think that a couple eons, a couple hundred eons would give him some sort of modesty or responsibility." Sigma mused.

But Chaos, mighty creator of the universe, who had the power to make or break Everything, was still a child at heart.

Sigma transported herself to his palace, behind Chaos.

"I heard that. After everything that I've done for you, how dare you still treat me like this?" he said in a stern voice without turning around. But Sigma knew everything, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

Shaking her head, she simply said, "You called?"

"Of course I called. You just returned from your mission and I don't get a debriefing or anything like that? WHAT IS THIS LIFE?" Neither of them could take it any longer, and they both exploded into laughter.

After a good hour of laughter, food, and hugs, Sigma made a rippling picture on the ceiling, dramatically looked up and said, "My mission was a success. His soul has been cleansed. Here's the sin," and threw him a bag. "FLASHBACK!"

After one last chuckle, they both turned their attention to the memory.

Sigma's lips turned into a sad smile as her target ran towards her, checking behind him every so often for his pursuer.

"There's no one behind you," she said, her face stony cold and indifferent. "There's no one around here for miles."

The man stopped suddenly. "Please, miss. Don't hurt me! I didn't do anything wrong! Please-" And he broke off into sobs. Sigma smiled sympathetically, even though the man couldn't see it beneath her hood.

"Should I spare you?" she asked. The man opened his mouth to answer, but Sigma wasn't waiting for one. "You are Tzerichar, the self-proclaimed 'ruler' of this poor planet, Charozack. You have brought to death to countless brave souls, and not one person is happy. How can I spare you?"

Tzerichar sighed. He bowed his head, waiting for the inevitable final strike.

"But," Sigma continued after a minute. "But my job is not to take lives. I do not save people by killing. I save people by cleansing souls. Beware however. This will hurt. All the pain that you have caused in this life will be turned against you."

Having said that, Sigma brought his soul out of his body, a glowing gray light, and did just that. Black wisps were shaken out and a pure white light was left. After inserting the man's now clean soul back into his body. The black wisps went into a pure black sack at her waist. Tzeri's eyes glowed brighter, and he writhed in agony.

Could he have caused so much pain to his 'subjects'?

He bowed and walked away. Sigma stretched and transported herself back to Chaos Central, her home.

Chaos laughed. His daughter, commander, assassin, was such a good person. She never wanted to hurt someone unless it was absolutely necessary, as in this case. With that in mind, he regretted having to hurt her with his next announcement. He might have seemed as carefree and happy as always, but worry plagued him. He worried for her state of mind and heart. She hadn't been the same since-

"What's wrong, father?" But, of course Sigma had noticed. She was the brightest girl Chaos had ever known.

He answered truthfully, "It's Earth."

Immediately a scowl formed on her face. This was the exception to her good graces. Earth.

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Nuh-uh"

"Yes."

"Chaos, you know I can't even if I wanted to, I can't do it. I can't face them after what happened."

This is what Chaos feared. Refusal was rare; Sigma never refused. If he scoped into her thoughts, he didn't want to know what images were going on in there. He had made that mistake before, and the hurt and coarse language was overwhelming.

But the pain was necessary. All of Earth's enemies had converged on the good guys. This was bad; Chaos had to help his favorite planet.

"Please, Sigma."

Sigma's eyes widened. Chaos never begged. This must be important.

Just pretend it's just another planet. You don't have to think of them as family any longer. Just help Chaos.

"Okay."

Chaos broke into a grin and did a happy dance, which was strange for a pale white man in his mid-30's with pitch black hair, who was handsome enough to be Snow White's brother. He was doing the crazy chicken dance nonetheless.

Shaking her head, Sigma walked away, in her gray and sea green assassin suit, refusing to think of the mess that she had just gotten herself into.

Meanwhile, Chaos had stopped doing his dance, sensing Sigma's sadness. She had a difficult past, and tried to keep it behind her, but it didn't always work.

How could she just forget the day she left, the day they killed the love of her life, the day she lost everything, the day Percy Jackson died.